Venice
Italy
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100% hand drawn
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2022/07 - 2025/06
Tucked within the winding embrace of Venice’s Grand Canal, the area surrounding Università Ca’ Foscari is a place where time softens and beauty lingers in every shadow and shimmer. Here, the air carries whispers of poetry and philosophy, of lovers and scholars, of gondoliers singing secrets to the stars. The university itself—housed in a 15th-century Gothic palace—stands like a quiet guardian over centuries of intellectual passion and cultural grandeur.
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Wander just beyond its ancient courtyard, and you’ll find yourself adrift in a dream of narrow alleys, rose-tinted facades, and bridges that arch like sighs. The scent of espresso mingles with the salty breath of the lagoon, and each cobblestone seems to hum with stories—of students scribbling verses into notebooks, of philosophers debating under the shade of wisteria, of quiet mornings turning into golden afternoons by the canalside.
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To the west lies Campo Santa Margherita, a lively heart of Venetian life, where laughter spills from cafés and children chase pigeons beneath the bell towers. To the east, the hush returns—soft bookstores, forgotten gardens, and courtyards filled with ivy and stillness. And always, there is water—endless, glimmering water—mirroring the sky and the soul of this city that floats.
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Around Ca’ Foscari, Venice feels young and timeless at once. It is a place of letters and love, where minds are awakened and hearts are stirred, where you may lose your way only to find something truer. Beneath its timeless charm beats the pulse of possibility—romantic, radiant, and unforgettable.
Nestled in the heart of San Polo, the Basilica di Santa Maria Gloriosa dei Frari unfolds across the Campo dei Frari like a whispered confession of medieval grandeur. This red‑brick marvel, the second‑tallest skyline sentinel after San Marco’s campanile, stands in humble Gothic majesty, its plain exterior belying a radiant soul within.
Step through the late‑Gothic portal and you enter a haven of soaring arches and golden light. Within, the grand Assumption of the Virgin by Titian—a passionate eruption of crimson and celestial drama—looms above the nave, drawing the eye heavenward to the vaulted heavens.
Nearby, the Madonna di Ca’ Pesaro and the serene triptych by Bellini whisper of love, loss, and divine grace. Ancient choir stalls, carved in 1468, cradle souls in timbered embrace—the last Gothic choir screen in Venice, where a choir once echoed prayers into hallowed air. Cloisters peek through leafy arches, once home to Franciscan friars and now silent sentinels of history .
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Here, romance lingers in every sunbeam that dances across stone, in every echo of footsteps on polished floors, and in the fragrant bloom of reverence—for this is not just a church, but Venice's heart made cathedral, a poetic embrace of art, faith, and timeless beauty.
Sitting along the sun-kissed curves of Venice’s Grand Canal, the area surrounding the Peggy Guggenheim Collection whispers of timeless elegance and artistic soul. Here, every cobblestone and every ripple in the water seems to sigh with the memories of passion, genius, and quiet rebellion. The scent of salt and jasmine floats through narrow alleyways where ivy clings to ancient walls, and gondolas glide past like graceful phantoms of a bygone era.
This serene corner of Dorsoduro is a haven for dreamers and lovers of beauty. Just steps from the palatial Ca’ Dario and the luminous Basilica di Santa Maria della Salute, it offers breathtaking views that shift with the light—golden in the morning, blush-toned at dusk. Artists and poets have long lingered here, captivated by the spell of soft shadows and echoing church bells. It’s a place where the heart slows, the senses awaken, and the boundaries between past and present gently blur.å
Located at the shimmering edge where the Grand Canal kisses the Venetian Lagoon, the area surrounding Basilica di Santa Maria della Salute is one of Venice’s most enchanting corners—a place where time slows and the soul stirs. This baroque masterpiece rises like a vision of grace, its white stone glowing in the golden light, a silent guardian of the city's dreams and prayers. Wander the cobbled paths of Dorsoduro, where ivy-draped palazzi whisper centuries of secrets and the scent of sea salt dances with jasmine on the breeze. Lovers pause on quiet bridges, their reflections trembling in the water below, while gondolas glide past like scenes from an old Italian love song. At sunset, as the dome catches the last blush of day, the air turns honeyed and luminous, and Venice feels suspended between heaven and earth. Here, every glance holds poetry, every step, a story.
